We flow through the night
In constant agitation,
Falling into each others arms,
Exhausting each others breath,
When suddenly, our image,
fiercely becomes one.
And the touch of
the red wine in your lips,
turns my lips into
sweet dreams of desire.
And we journey together
Every possible constellation,
Extending, consuming every flame
in the realms of pleasure.
Converging.
Bounded by the literary Gods of yesterday.
